The girl flipped through the photo album, recalling the love of love when she was young, and suddenly realized that the so-called love was just a packaged product. As time went by, they stood in the current perspective and began to think about the heartbeat of that moment, "When I completely own myself, I realized that those heartbeats were just bitterness wrapped in sugar."
Intention: Love is a source of nourishment, not a prison of destruction.